Chapter 247

"I..." Shangguan Maple finger bone tightly curled up, heart unwilling.

He was about to open his mouth, but he was stopped by Mo Qingge: "it's all right, Lord of the temple, you don't have to be so hard on him."

"He should apologize for his rude remarks." Shangguanjing was resolute.

He also relies on Qingge girl to wake up the saint. If he offends Qingge girl now, won't the loss outweigh the gain?

"There's nothing wrong with what the little Lord said." Mo Qingge lips slightly Yang, "this apology, or wait for me to cure the saint, he told me again."

"Well, don't talk big!" Shangguan Feng disdains a way, "if you can cure Saint aunt, I kowtow to you to apologize!"

"That's what you said. It's a deal!" Mo Qingge readily agreed.

Shangguanjing looked at the two angry children, but sighed, had to change the topic: "Qingge girl, this way, please, you first see the saint's condition."

"Well."

Mo Qingge crossed the screen and squatted down beside the bed.

The curtain of the bed and couch was hanging down, and the people on the couch only showed one arm for people to feel their pulse.

Generally speaking, saints are mysterious beings and don't show up easily. That must be the reason.

I do not know why, close to the bedside, her heart began to accelerate, inexplicable palpitation and familiarity, surging into my heart.

What's the matter with you?

Trying to calm down, Mo Qingge reaches out and touches the pulse of the saint, looking serious.

While Shangguan Feng stares at him, he suddenly finds that the whole body of Mo Qingge is poisonous.

This girl, is she also poisoned?

"Feng'er, come here, don't get in the way!" Shangguanjing scolds coldly.

"Hum."

Shangguan Maple had to agree, before leaving, light a brush sleeve, just in front of Mo Qingge face.

At the moment when he brushed his sleeve, Mo Qingge noticed something was wrong.

This kid, playing drugs in front of her?

I'm afraid I don't know who is the ancestor!

Mo Qingge's lips are slightly raised, and her sight falls coldly on the candlestick behind her.

She pointed to the other direction and said, "Yunran, go and close the window over there and open it for air."

"Yes

Yunran went over and opened the window over there.

Wind blowing in along the window, changing the direction of the candlestick flame, but still blowing through the door of Mo Qingge.

"Yunran, just stand by the window." Ink song light way.

"Good." Although Yunran felt strange, he didn't ask much.

This series of actions, by Shangguan Maple income fundus, face a little surprised.

This wench, isn't it to see that she has poisoned herself?

It's impossible. He was so careful just now. How could he be found?

Shangguan Feng hurried forward, blew out the candle and gave everyone an embarrassed smile.

"Feng'er, what are you doing?" Shangguanjing looks puzzled.

"Nothing. It's too bright in the room." Shangguan Feng prevaricates.

The wind has changed. If he doesn't put out the fire, the whole room will be poisoned.

Mo Qingge squatted beside the bed, took a long pulse, and became dignified.

What the saint suffered from is also a debilitating disease. That's right, but it's more than ten times more serious than the debilitating disease she suffered before Jiang Mu Chu!

Moreover, the virgin has been ill for many years, and her symptoms are deeply rooted. I'm afraid it will take a long time for her to be cured.

"How's it going?" Seeing that she didn't speak for a long time, shangguanjing couldn't help asking, "the situation of the saint..."

"It's bad." Mo Qingge gets up and blurts out.

"Oh, if you can't cure it, just say it." Shangguan Feng knew that it would be like this.

"It can be cured, but it needs time and conditions." The tone of Mo Qingge is full of confidence.

"What?" A room full of people were astonished.

Over the years, no doctor has ever said that the saint's disease can be cured. Is this little girl joking?

Whether it's true or not, shangguanjing is overjoyed: "Qingge girl, whatever medicine you need, just tell us, we can take it out of Qiyun hall!"

"Yuncao, and it's the highest quality Yuncao!" Mo Qingge blurts out.

The saint's condition is too serious. If it's not the highest quality Yuncao, I'm afraid it's useless at all.

"Fibrous cloud grass, we live in the cloud hall, it's easy to say!" Shangguanjing agreed.

Mo Qingge can't help sighing that the fibrous cloud grass, which is regarded as a rare thing in Beiming, is the existence of rotten street in Wanjie.

It is conceivable that the resources of Beiming and Wanjie can not be compared at all.

"Do you just need the grass?" One elder then asked.

"I have the rest of the herbs myself." Mo Qingge doesn't want to disclose the prescription to them.

"Qingge girl." Shangguanjing couldn't help saying, "it's not that I doubt you. It's just that this grass is not a high-level medicinal material. Are you sure it can cure the disease of the saint?"

A group of elders nodded in agreement.

Over the years, the saint did not know how many high-level pills she had swallowed, which had no effect.

The disease that high rank Dan medicine cannot cure, can low rank medicinal material cure?

How to listen, I think it's a bit out of the question.

"Nature Mo Qingge is noncommittal.

She thought that in the 25th Century, asthenia was not a rare disease. Although it would be fatal, it could be easily cured.

It's just that this exotic continent is very rare, so they think it's difficult.

"Don't fool us." Shangguan Feng dissatisfied with the way, "in this said God, when the time comes, if you can't save people, don't blame us impolite!"

Mo Qingge ignores him, squats down, pulls out a few silver needles, and is about to plunge into the saint's arm when he is stopped.

"Well, what are you doing?"

"Don't hurt our saint!"

Listen to their tone, obviously do not know what acupuncture is.

Mo Qingge stabbed into the acupoint of the saint without saying a word. The next second, the black poisonous blood flowed out along the silver needle, which was very dazzling.

"This is... Poisonous blood!" They were surprised, and then they calmed down a little.

"Take it easy." Yunran explained in a hurry, "my lady is poisoning the saint's blood, not to harm her!"

"Is there another way to poison blood?" Shangguanjing looked at it as if he was talking to himself.

He had been a doctor himself for many years and had never seen such a technique.

But the poisonous blood was really forced out by her silver needle.

What is the origin of this girl?

After putting the poisonous blood, Mo Qingge got up and said, "the saint is seriously ill. You need to clean up the poisonous blood regularly, otherwise it will aggravate the disease. As for the pill, even if it is refined, it also needs a period of treatment cycle, so don't worry, Lord. Give me some time."

"Good." Shangguanjing agreed, "Qingge girl, you are really the nobleman of our Qiyun hall!"

"Don't say that." Mo Qingge interrupted him, "if the temple master really wants to thank me, he will help me find my brother as soon as possible, so that I can treat the saint safely."